Meenas PoemsA twig branches out —
at least two
maybe more
branching out —
twin twigs
maybe quints or more
A tuft
of happy
grass
hair down and blowin’
in the breeze – a tuft
of happy grass
life leaves
and the leaf
lands
life
less
leaf
fall
Fascinated by nature’s beauty
even a grass hold me for a while.
A twig is one of interest
it’s shapes, branches, and brittleness
make me wonder at the dispositions
the facets of the natural dimensions.
I see leaves all over
one small, one big and the other broad
the lines running through them
the shapes tell us to which they belong.
I spend most of my time
engaged in such an experience
that way I am blessed
not thinking of any other unwanted’
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